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 Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 11:18 pm
"Not any humen I know some things that cna keep thsi curse suppressed and keep you off my back." I smile again.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 11:24 pm
"This does not concern you.Deo's and Takiko's fates were sealed when they entered my room.They brought this upon themselves so stay out of it."
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 11:25 pm
"Ill save them right now." I run t9o the wearhouse with this runnign through my mind. 'will i be abvle to do this again i havent practiced that in years.'
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 1:12 am
Sacros walked slowly into the subways, his coat positioned loosely over his large wings. He looked left and right, still confused by this seemingly new world. This was not the world he remembered, he wasn't even sure if these people spoke the same launguage. Slowly he walked along the long tunnels, moving off the main tracks, darting left and right between the long forgotten service tunnels. His mind raced, strange objects illuminated the place, small orbs of light. This was all foreign to him, all of this seemed so strange. Blood still flowed from a wound in his arm, black demonic blood ran down his bicep. *Damn thug* Sacros thought to himself, in fact it had been an act of self defence as Sacros had killed the bum for his coat, but that was irrelevant now, only the living made stories...
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 10:26 am
Cynthia reached the end of the stairs.
She then heard people talking and stopped.
She looked around and saw the people.
She stepped back quickly and rolled
herself into the wall to hide herself.
She lowered her heels slowly, trying
not to make a sound.
Turning her head slightly to see what was
going on, she listened on what the
people were saying.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 2:02 pm
Ethan walked slowly down the steps into the sebway where he would normally we welcomed by the sould of the hustle and bustle of a New York night. Though tonogh was different, only few voices could be heard as his shoes made slight clapping sounds down the wicked hallway. It sounded quiet and dead as the whispering and soft sound of only few voices could be heard. His feet carrying him in that direction as he walked softly and slowly to see what was going on. Though to prepare him self, his right hand reached around and behind his Black jacket to the back of his jeans where his Desert Eagle was held in. By the back of his pants; slowly grasping the handle of the weapon and clicking the weapons slide guard off; he continued walking. His jacket hiding his hand and his gun incase someone were to spot him from behind no assumptions could made about his hand and his next course of action.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 2:39 pm
Stands infront of the subway entryway. The night chill and fog cradle my frame as my trench blows in the slight wind. I glance around, sensing the people that have gathered here. I smirk to myself in the shadows Oh boy...this should be fun...
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 3:14 pm
I look around and see a subway car pull in. "Hmm this place is loud i dotn like it and there seems to be alot of peopel around i think im gonna leave." I turn to leave and notice a stranger in a trench coat looking around. 'I wonder what that persons doing?' I stare at them for a bit.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 3:58 pm
The_Broken_Hearted_Lover I look around and see a subway car pull in. "Hmm this place is loud i dotn like it and there seems to be alot of peopel around i think im gonna leave." I turn to leave and notice a stranger in a trench coat looking around. 'I wonder what that persons doing?' I stare at them for a bit.
Ethan looked up at the man keeping his right hand behind him. Orange glowing embers illuminating his face in the darkness and the staining smell of tobbaco clinging to his breath as he spoke. "What are you looking at?" his thick Irish accent slicing through the stink of tabbacco as he spoke while he walked past him and to the soft sound of talking at the end of the hall. All while staring at the man sporting the dark Trenchcoat.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 4:46 pm
I turn to the man who spoke to me. "Um nothing it just seemed strange to me ive only seen scientists wear coats that long." I stare at the floor adn speak meakly twoards him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 4:51 pm
The_Broken_Hearted_Lover I turn to the man who spoke to me. "Um nothing it just seemed strange to me ive only seen scientists wear coats that long." I stare at the floor adn speak meakly twoards him. "This jacket, are you sure? Hah, I haven't seen a single Scientist ever wear a jacket quite like this one." Ethan questioned brandishing his Black Eisenhower jacket. Which he eased off the grip of his weapon; his right hand slowly creeping to his jean pocket. To graceful and so easily that it would be unoticable by an any human eye where he reached into his right jean pocket. There it would stay idle, and rest to be kept warm from the cold Subway air. Meanwhile his left hand gestured his question to the man while he coughed out the word. "Christo..." By saying this word any Demon would flinch and thier eyes flicker red. The perfect test by after which he said that he quickly placed his right foot behind him incase the man he was talking to really was a demon.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 4:54 pm
"No not your jacket that long black one. The scientists at the facility wore ones that long but were white.." I look at him strangly as he says the that name. "Whos Christo?" I ask.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:16 pm
"Oh, the long Black trenchcoat that other man seems to be sporting. Well that makes much more sense." Ethan chuckled in an Irish accent while awnsering his second question. "Your, beginning and end.." As he took a last drag of his cigarette. Burt ashes of rolling paper and tabacco fell to the ground revealing the bright orange embers making a crackling like burning sound while he took yet another drag of the relaxing and intoxicationg smoke. Letting it filter out of his nostrils when it was done coating his lungs.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:17 pm
"Those things will kill you sir." I say stareing at the guy in the trench coat. "Each one brings you closer to your iminent demise."
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 6:50 pm
"Good day sir I have to be going i woudl liek to talk ot you again there is a reconverted wearhouse." I smile at him and run out past the person in the trench coat. ((Wearhouse.))
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